Janelle Monáe - Dirty Computer

Crazy, Classic, Life

You told us we hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men and women are created equal
And that they are endowed by their Creator
With certain unalienable rights
Among these, life, liberty, and the
And the pursuit of happiness

Young, Black, wild and free
Naked on a limousine
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Riding through the hood real slow
I love it when we smell the trees
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I just wanna party hard
Sex in the swimming pool
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don't need a lot of cash
I just wanna break the rules
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

We don't need another ruler
All of my friends are kings
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I'm not American's nightmare
I'm the American dream
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just let me live my life

I want a crazy, classic, life
I want a crazy, classic, life
So if the world should end tonight
I had a crazy, classic, life

I don't need a diamond ring
I don't wanna waste my youth
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don't wanna live on my knees
I just have to tell the truth, baby
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don't wanna be left out
I don't wanna cheat on you
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I just wanna find a God
And I hope she loves me too
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

We don't need another ruler
We don't need another fool
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I'm not American's nightmare
I'm the American cool
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just let me live my life

I want a crazy, classic, life
I want a crazy, classic, life
So if the world should end tonight
I had a crazy, classic, life
I want a crazy, classic, life
I want a crazy, classic, life
So if the world should end tonight
I had a crazy, classic, life

Crazy, classic, life

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Handcuffed in a bando
White boy in his sandals
Police like a Rambo
Blow it out, blow it out like a candle, Sambo
Me and you was friends, but to them, we the opposite
The same mistake, I'm in jail, you on top of shit
You living life while I'm walking around mopping shit
Tech kid, backpack, no, you a college kid

All I wanted was to break the rules like you
All I wanted was for them to love me too
But no matter where it was I always stood out
Black Waldo dancing with the thick brows
We was both running naked at the luau
We was both on shrooms praying face down, waist down

'Member when they told you I was too black for ya?
And now my black poppin' like a bra-strap on ya
I was kicked out, said I'm too loud
Kicked out, said I'm too proud
But all I really ever felt was stressed out
Kinda like my afro when it's pressed out

Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Irvin Iii, Janelle Monae Robinson, Charles Joseph Ii
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